When she learned
how to be alone,
she began to blossom.
She learned about the
darkest parts of herself
and about the best
parts of herself.
She found what she
was passionate about
and what she loathed.
So, in the end, she
finally began to
understand that it
was okay to get
lost in her own solitude.
She didn't need
someone to make
her happy,
and neither do you.
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Abditory (Poetry)
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